Too Busy for Romance

Happy pill induced enthusiasm
Surrounds me in a shroud
Of sporadic energy

Im tired...
So tired...

But my mind keeps me bouncing
Those wheels keep turning
I throw back another Redbull
And keep on going

Work in the morning
And nights in the shop
Counting money, stocking shelves,
Mopping floors, scrubbing toilets
Screaming down the highway
Trying to stay awake

I'm exhausted
So exhausted

But my mind keeps nagging me
Telling me I'll never be shit
So I pawn off some knick knacks
Make petty dollars selling pussy peeks
To strangers on the internet
Another day, another dollar

Squirreling it away
Cramming pennies so I can buy a house
A life, a dream, a plane ticket, a cruise
But with all these late night hours
And hurried good morning kisses

Have me only wishing for you all day long